Little Boy Blue - Billy Vaughn And His Orchestra

The little toy dog is covered with dust

But sturdy and stanch he stands

And the little toy soldier is red with rust

And his musket moulds in his hands

Time was when the little toy dog was new

And the soldier was passing fair

And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue

Kissed them and put them there

«Now, don’t you go till I come,» he said

«And don’t you make any noise!»

So, toddling off to his trundle-bed

He dreamt of the pretty toys

And, as he was dreaming, an angel song

Awakened our Little Boy Blue

Oh!

the years are many, the years are long

But the little toy friends are true

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand

Each in the same old place

Awaiting the touch of a little hand

The smile of a little face

And they wonder, as waiting the long years through

In the dust of that little chair

What has become of our Little Boy Blue

Since he kissed them and put them there